Dont Like lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Lil wayne]
Girls that don’t do girls, that’s that sh*t I don’t like
di*k in her mouth, b*tch eatin’ her out, that’s that sh*t my girl like
I’m layin’ back with my feet up, bad b*tch: D cups
All I had was one molly and she took half: prenup
I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pus*y like a catalog
All my n*ggas wanna f*ck, and she gon let us like a salad bar
Yeah that’s right, real sh*t
Murderer I kill kill
Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk
I’m way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
That machine gun go “brrrrr” like I got that b*tch on vibrate
n*ggas think they hot, I cut off the hand they fan with
Call me DMX, cause I keep me a bad b*tch
T called some of them hoes up, Marley G roll up
I’m gettin’ bread like cold cuts, she suck di*k till her nose run, yeah

A rich n*gga that that sh*t they don’t like
All you n*ggas pussies, naw none of yo pus*y’s tight
Gettin’ head while I drive make me run lights
These hoes wanna ride my di*k you gotta hitchhike
No lie, I’m f*ckin’ b*tches and gettin’ paid
She suck my di*k for 60 seconds and swallow all my Minute Maid
No lie, I’m gettin’ paid and f*ckin’ b*tches
The Feds on me, gotta switch plates:
In the streets we call that washin’ dishes

Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on the nine-milly
T-roll my blunt long as a lifespan then I kill it
Eatin’ pus*y, tongue kissin’ and all that
She ridin’ a n*gga so fast, my di*k feel like it’s been carjacked
Two guns drawn, art class, what that is thats y’all ass
Mo money, mo money, we gettin’ mo like tall grass
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